Are you, then, an ocelot? Dear, I’ve told you, I am not. I get asked that quite a lot; I remain an ocelNOT. #poetry #doggerel

Sinking Old Ships
January 21, 2026

my old man, he finds it funny
sinking costs like they owe him money
yeah, he says, he knows the crash
but it’s so much fun to be slinging hash

fry an egg, it ain’t quite right
scramble’s served, another night
seven hundred eggs per hen
still not perfect, fry again

but the cost’s not lost, we’re eating well
in egg obliteration hell
crammed with cheese and special spice
by and large these eggs are nice

so sinking costs comes with a sign
fried egg menu’s a lie, a crime
but the scramble’s hot, and tasty-good
you’ll eat your hash and knock on wood

one day fried eggs will come out right
until that moment, swill delight
in coffee hot with diner smash
best logging calories, pay in cash

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#poem #poetry #doggerel #writing

chasing phantoms
through the tweets
riding buses
up and down streets
hashtag septuplets
post it or delete?
#doggerel

our ears are burning
reflections off the stars
lensed through sky
to bathe our head in light
#doggerel

bandsaw stuck in bone
lost in sequence
without a home
give me deliverance,
transcendence to a throne
#doggerel

walls to my back
spraypainted outer-space black
empty skies waste water
shells of magazines, ready to rack
#doggerel

octaves shift while decades fly by; free-running oscillation builds into screaming feedback, and the only constant is change
#doggerel

shattered world, mess of missing clocks
wishing well at the end of the dock
#doggerel